The Beauty of Silence

Smooth as silk
Sweet like chocolate
As perfect as your first kiss
Warmer than blood
Pouring out of your soul
Is the beauty of silence

Simple yet more complex
Words come here to die
As glances steal headlines
And who we really are
Shares an elevator to hell
With those who dare to speak

Fate

a poor man walks past a mansion
as a tear streams from his eye

some are born with plenty he thought
wealth and fortune until they die

their lives full of riches and glory no doubt
with only success and fame

all I have is what I have with me
surely fate is the one to blame

as the pain in his heart continued to rise
the poor man began to sing

his song filled with beauty and heartfelt pain
that only his life could bring

and the rich man walked by and thought to himself
what an amazing thing

that fate could be so kind to this man
and bless him to be able to sing

Reflecting

As the wrinkled old man approached
His body weathered by life and by time
All around looked but very few spoke
Fearing for his peace of mind

His body had long since betrayed him
And now it would barely respond
His goal was to somehow repay them
For helping him to move along

Before him stood a strange image
Of a young man dashing and strong
Who moved in every way he did
Showing how time did the old man wrong

As those near him looked in confusion
The old man slowly did grin
As he finally solved the illusion
The image captured in time that was him

Life As a Movie

Picture your life as a movie
Where everyone you know has a part

You as the leading man or lady
And each scene as a fine work of art

The soundtrack is your children laughing
The sounds they make at play in the park

Finding your happily ever after
Long before the theatre grows dark

As hero you conquer the wicked
Who try to ruin every good deed

While restoring order to the universe
And tending to those who are in need

If only each life were a movie
Very little would need to be said

Yes life would be perfect truly
If only inside of your head

The Poetry of Life

When the unique word or phrase
Must now share the page
With the melancholy day
The man finally found his way

And introspective and insightful
Becomes depressed or delightful
Watching lost children at play
By old people with nothing to say

Meets the woman full of sin
As her life comes to the end
Who once heard the call
After never living at all

Thus is the Poetry of Life
Free from care and full of strife
Set to music of what is to be
From the song that no one can see

Yet despite what they may
They all long for the day
When the words can be free
Given life read under a tree

urbanation

she has
a rhythm
all her
own

a life
that
gives birth
to movements
and music

she is
politics
and
people

she is
the latest
style
married to
the oldest
tradition

yet few
understand
or can
master
her moods

and as
she slides
so easily
from elegance
to urban
energy

she sits
alone
waiting
for everyone
else to
catch up

Angels Among Us

The angels among us
Are always there when you need them
They know there are no coincidences
As they do the will of God

The Creator of all makes no mistakes
Angels know God has a master plan for us all
And they know they are a very important part
They do the will of God
They do the work of God
They serve the people of God

An Instant

Life is created
And lost in
An instant

Despite advances
In technology
A simple cell
Mutates and
Everything is over

Our bodies
Made in the
Image of God
Will end
When God says

Job well done
My child
Time to
Come home

NO POEM POSTED ON THURSDAY, MAY 3RD DUE TO ILLNESS. I WAS HOSPITALIZED AND  UNDERGOING MEDICAL TESTS AND HAD NO ACCESS TO A COMPUTER.

the battle

the results
of the battle
are easily
seen

blood
scars
and ruins

the results
of the war
remain
hidden

betrayal
anger
and pain

the reason
for your
freedom is
obvious

results
never change
as long as
you win
the war

Waiting

Learning to wait is not easy
To patiently sit until time
Will let us know to move forward
And take on the next thing in line

Some never wait for the season
Or a literal change in their mind
To challenge the next thing their reason
And master whatever they find

Maybe learing to wait is the wrong thing
To do while we wait for a sign
While fortune and fame and the brass ring
Go to those who did not wait in line

Searching For An Angel

Each day I search for my Angel
Who can replace the one that I lost
To guide me no matter how painful
And love me whatever the cost

Despite her loss I will keep searching
And hoping that she finds me too
For God rewards all those who serve him 
Maybe that Angel is you

statues

frozen in time and granite
set in stone for eternity
with graceful lines
carved from jagged rock
then placed on display
for all to see

the reason unclear
as time will turn rocks
to ruins leaving only
pieces of what
we used to be

while future generations
wonder was this
some sort of ancient
sacrifice to the
insecurities of the mind

more than mountains

if faith
can make
mountains
tremble
then your
love will
move them
more

the strength
of what
your touch
can do
causes
my knees
to shatter
and
my heart
to flutter

to move
me more
than any
pile of
rocks
all you
have to
do is
smile

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN ON FRIDAY, APRIL 27, 2012, BUT I WAS UNABLE TO GET IT TO PUBLISH UNTIL AFTER MIDNIGHT. THIS IS NOT THE POEM FOR SATURDAY, APRIL 28, 2012, THAT WILL BE ADDED LATER TODAY.

limited warranty

life comes with a limited warranty
where things we value never last
and things we throw away last forever

the love a parent has for a child is timeless
but the time with the child is limited
to the parent every second is precious

to the child life will go on forever
and so will the lectures and lessons from adults
until that child gets married and has a family

when the child becomes a parent
they realize how much time was lost
and what once had no value now means the most of all

learning to fly

the window opens
you crawl out on the ledge
you look down
and see an ocean of concrete
as you decide it is time to swim

you step into freedom
as the sky knits a blanket
of your life
all you want is to be warm
even if the heat is from your own blood

angry

anger and pain
are twins
with a language
all their own
we watch
and wonder
why they
are always
together

they argue
over who
is older
when they
are only
seconds apart
on arrival
they speak
while we
struggle to tell
one from the other

I was here first
anger said
with a sneer
do not fool yourself
pain replied
sure you are full
of emotion
but I am
the reason
they cry

naturally

sometimes things just
come to me
the answers occur
naturally
usually it is things
I never knew
and then I have the
answer without a clue

like the title to a book
that I have never read
or the line that someone
famous once said
or the age and name of
someone I never met
or the results of things
that did not happen yet

not sure why this happens
and cannot explain how
I just know the answer is there
with a wrinkle of my brow
and always I try to
explain it as a trick
when I know it is some
strange mental glitch

I never asked that this
skill come my way
but since it has it is a
thing that happens every day
until I find an answer
it is just a part of life
a small little oasis
surrounded by my strife

your gift

things I would
like to experience
a little bit more

to hold your hand
a little bit more
to see your smile

a little bit more
to hear you laugh
a little bit more

to kiss your cheek
a little bit more
and dry your tears

a little bit more
to understand why
a little bit more

you loved me so much
a little bit more
than I could ever handle

superheroes

in case
you ever
wondered
why you
never see
many black
superheroes

think about
all the
black men
and women
who go to
work each day
in a
system they
did not
create and
does not
reward what
they are
good at
doing

it takes a
superhero
to deal
with an
enemy who
is blind to
the evil
it does
daily

it takes
nerves of
steel to
be able
to deal
with the
injustice
of the
privileged